Vision of Victory

It's mid-afternoon and he has already made three blistering passes, but will need to nail three more to win. The crowd swarms, the kids play tag, and the men tell each other stats that they don't understand. He is sitting in the grid ready to race, like the hundreds of times before, he refuses to get out of the car even though it is will be thirty more minutes until he launches down that track at break-neck speeds. This is his time, this is one place where everything makes sense. He has spent the last week of sleepless nights going over every detail of his car to ensure everything is perfect. The car in front of him moves a slot forward in the grid, his wife pulls him forward with a golf cart, but he barely notices. It is all old hat for him at this point, and he knows the only thing that matters will happen when the the tree shows the green light. All he can see at this point is victory.